A/N I'm obsessed with Kurt and Blaine having a daughter named Belle, so here is their meeting. I understand that this a really odd take on adoption (they meet for the first time then boom taking her home) but I wrote it quickly and liked it.

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The little girl stood on short, stubby legs behind a tall woman, dressed in a black suit. Fearful tears were flooding her eyes as she tightened her grip on the woman's hand.

She was tiny. The girl was only forty something punds, with long dark hair framing her face messily. Her bright green eyes shone brightly against her tanned olive skin. She was beautiful, but she wore a terrified expression, twisting her perfect feautres sourly.

Suddenly, two men burst into the room. One with a mop of curly black hair, smiling excitedly, the other was tall, and his aqua eyes were filling with worried tears. They're hands were intwined tightly, as if the world would collapse if their fingers were to be seperated.

The woman smiled at them, took the girl in her arms and walked toward them.

"Honey" she said to the girl. "This is Mr. Kurt and Mr. Blaine Anderson. What do you think of going home with them?"

The little girl eyed them skeptically. The curly haired one, Blaine, spread his arms open, motioning for her to come with him. Instead the little girl leaned back into the woman, scared of the man. The taller man, Kurt, gasped. He, tentatively, put a warm hand on the little girls arm.

"We won't hurt you." He whispered.

She softened her expression and looked at him, seeing tears come out of his eyes slowly. As scared as the little girl was, she couldn't stand to see Kurt cry. So she practically jumped into his arms. He was shockedbut quickly put his arms around her, feeling the girl cry as she burried her face in his neck.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, soothingly.

Blaine started giggling, causing Kurt and the woman to shoot him a confused look. He sighed.

"I just never though I'd like hearing you call someone else baby. But it's possibly the most adorable thing you've ever said."

Kurt smiled and took a seat, his arms still surrounding the child.

"Honey" he said, softly. "Would you like to come home with me? With us?"

The girl pondered the question. They seemed nice and Kurt's arms seemed to fit around her like a puzzle piece.

"Would that make you my daddies?" she asked in musical voice.

Blaine sat down, smiling at finally being able to hear the girl's voice.

"Only if that's what you want." He told her with hope illuminating his irsises.

The girl brought her knees up to her chest and thought for a moment.

"Why don't you have a wife?" she asked them.

"Well…" Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand and dropping a kiss on his palm. "We like boys."

The girl nodded, understandingly.

"Me, too." She whispered, blushing. She crawled into Blaine's lap; he immediately started stroking her hair.

"Can we go home now?" she asked her green eyes full of excitement.

Blaine kissed her head and drew her in for a hug.

"Of course we can, baby. Of course we can." He said.

Kurt cried silently before putting his head on his husband's shoulder. The little girl looked up.

"Did I do something wrong, daddy?" she asked, worriedly. She was scared that they would change their minds after she made Kurt cry so much.

He shook his head rapidly.

"No, princess. You're perfect." He assured her, stroking her cheek. "Absolutley perfect."

The, forgotten, agent in the room smiled. "Congratulations. She's definitely yours."

"My names Belle." The girl said, once she was relased from their embrace.

"We know." Blaine said. He kissed Kurt chastely and kissed Belle's forehead. "We've been looking for you forever.